I really do live in a Dilbert comic. The receptionist in this strip really has a special place in my heart. She says and dos all the things I wish I could. In this case tho we’re practically one person.
I cannot begin to explain the rage I have felt when someone absconds with office supplies, or doesn’t ask for someone quickly enough when phoning in. This comic totally made me laugh at myself. It’s so skewed; isn't it amazing how perspective changes over time? You don't even notice it happening.
My name is Clara and I have inappropriately directed rage.
God help the poor bastard who touches my stapler.